Drying Your Tears
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Tear drops fall from your blue eyes
and my heart stops a beat at their sight.
I pull you close to me,
try to take the pain from you,
make it my own.
My cheek lays against yours
and your tears burn my face
as I whisper,
"Darling, it will be all right."
My tears blend with your own,
your pain now mine,
and our tears become one
as they fall in rivers on the sheets.
I dry your tears with kisses,
soft upon your face,
shelter you from pain
in the recesses of my love.
Our bed becomes a chalice
and we drink in each others sorrow,
finding salvation in each other's arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
'till we forget there ever were tears.
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Could You Be The One For Mẻ
Could you be the one for me?Could you be my find?Could it be, after all this time,Fate is going to be kind?Could you be the one for me,The one to help me forgetThe man that broke my heart, my soulThe man that haunts me yet?You tell me that I'm beautifulSomething I've never heardBut the one still lives here in my mindThat couldn't spare a kind wordIt's going to be hard to forgetAnd pick up the pieces he leftCould you be the one to teachHow to love again and forget?Could you be the one to comeAnd
Anh Đốt Trời Hà Nội Để Tìm Em
Anh đốt trời Hà Nội để tìm emĐể máu phượng của mùa hè sôi nổi,Hay nắng lửa từ tháng năm dữ dộiSẽ nứt mưa trên tay khát cạn cùng...Anh sẽ chờ và kiên nhẫn như sôngChảy quanh em không gần, không xa quáSẽ nhắc khi em quên, sẽ xa cho em nhớSẽ nồng nàn hơi thở để em yêu. Anh gần em, mình nói được bao điềuSao em không tin đôi mắt em dậy sóngNgước lên anh những cái nhìn náo độngBiết bi
And You Still Wonder
our eyes meet,magnetic poetic,your lips touch mine,erotic electric,arms encircle me,euphoric idyllic,together we,synchronic rhythmic.and you still wonder -do I love you?a query you shouldnever have to voice,those words remaining within,answered by tenderness of touch,by sweet emotion,by thoughts mirroredin chestnut irises,that brush softly across you,painting images deepwithin memory,while this soul speaks to yours,saying all the wordsever needing to be said.